He is always laughin' and flirting with me And you act like you don't even care As a matter of fact you've been real distance lately Actin' like I'm not
A. Circa: Post House Motel. Australians in Europe X 6 Never ever breathe Australians in Europe Get a whiff of Air and Helium to breathe.* Australians
Yeah, my boyfriend takes me home when I'm too drunk to drive And he doesn't get all jealous when I hang out with the guys He laughs at my dumb jokes
sitting on combs was a silly craze We got a new one And it's called Streaking the old Australian Way Streaking We're bringing back the age Streaking The old Australian
oh man turned 98 he won the lottery and died the next day it's a black flag and your chardonnay death row pardon 2 minutes too late (chrous) isn't it
Well he lived on the best side of opportunity street Adobe villa built along the golden mile Money's in the garage, there ain't nothin' to eat Just gonna
I said-a beau-tiful people They've got a Robert Palmer t'shirt in their travel bag Beau-tiful people They've got a price upon their hea-ea-ead I said-
Too many poeple need a pseudonym Cut their hair and pout like anything So worried that the real them might get in And paranoid about their skin They usually
Your smile was so disarming You'd better mind your own affair Picking up the pieces of a life that shone in tatters You're gonna come back if you dare
I left my heart back in the orient Down on bali bays It's not the way that i should feel But it's the way i'm going to stay Lonely, lonely Chasing you
Convict state It just don't rate He want to get higher Apple Isle, the inbred smile He's going to get by'a His mother's hand He could not stand He left
He was doing fine just right Allright I know Built a thriving little business Fixing all the taps, making all the water flow But he's going out at night
Everyday i see you wearing things that have never been worn before While the children at the government schools send money for the poor And all you buy
If I could walk across the water Catch a star in my hand Sail the Spanish Armada on dry land Feed the starving millions in an African land Be as bold
Shirt tails falpping in the wind waiting for my train to come in Ticket reads like a faithful friend Run the gamut back again Rounds completed there's
Once you realise the mess you know you're in it Once you realise you know your time has come Don't come back don't even try it You'll be wasting all of
Wanna tell you 'bout my Frenda He got hit by a Fender But he'll soon be on the menda He's of the male genda Glad to see that he's on his way He's not
I said, hey, do you remember Where we used to sit? All them summer rubber-necks kept coming To panel-van street We just yacht club dancing, city girls